The Distant Threshold

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The gravel crunched under the tires of the rented sedan, a sound that felt too loud, too deliberate, against the heavy, suffocating silence of the autumn morning that hung over the town of Oakhaven like a wet wool blanket, a place where the mist did not merely settle but seemed to breathe, expanding and contracting in time with the slow, arrhythmic pulse of the ancient oaks that lined the main...

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